Stars

Chapter Three

I sat outside against the rough brick of the school with my earphones in and my head buried in my notebook as I wrote. It was a fairly warm day for October, so I was out enjoying the breeze and the sun.

An obnoxious engine revved in front of me and I rolled my eyes, looking to glare at whoever it was. My heart jumped when I saw that it was the red Corvette. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see the driver. I didn't know if I was relieved.

Some guy I didn't know ran over and hopped into the passenger seat. The car pulled away and my eyes trailed after it. I was that close to seeing whoever Fence Boy was. But it wasn't that big a deal, right? I shouldn't even care about it. I had one tiny conversation with him.

Viv picked me up a few minutes later and I was almost dreading talking to her about my date thing.

"Hi, Farryn," she greeted rather tiredly.

"Hi, Viv." I pulled my seatbelt on.

"Anything interesting happen today?"

It didn't take her long to ask that. "Uh, yeah, actually."

Her eyes lit up and her posture straightened. "Really? Talk to me, I'm interested."

I couldn't help my smile. "So there's this guy at school, Archer."

"Ooo. Is he cute?"

"Viv," I laughed, "just listen. I brought up a good point in English, and Archer decided to try to prove me wrong."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, my comment was about romance and dating. So in order to for Archer to prove me wrong, he wanted a date."

To my surprise, Viv grinned. "Did you say yes? I will ground you if you didn't."

I snorted. "I did, actually. I was just going to ask you if it was okay."

"Of course it's okay! As long as you clean Dave's truck." She added.

I smiled. "Done."

"Well, when is it, Farryn?"

"Friday, seven."

"You're borrowing one of my old dresses."

I fell back against the seat. "Viv, no. I'm not even considering it a real date."

"This is the one time you can't argue with me, Farryn. It's final."

I chuckled. "Alright. As you wish."

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After washing Dave's filthy truck, I went into my room to change out of my wet clothes. I didn't know what else to wear, so I threw on a light purple t-shirt. It was a little old and ratty, but the day was almost over and I didn't really care.

As I grabbed my sweatpants from my drawers, a small picture frame thumped onto the carpet. I pulled the pants on and picked the frame up.

My heart squeezed. It was a picture of my parents holding me the day I was born. My mom was smiling down at me, even with her blonde hair knotted up and messy from giving birth. My dad was looking at her lovingly, his attention glued to her.

I bit my lip and hugged the picture to myself. When I was four, my parents were in a massive car accident. I didn't really remember them, but I did miss them dearly. I guess my heart knew what it was missing.

After a moment, I tucked the picture away. Viv and Dave didn't like me missing someone I didn't really remember. So I kept the photo hidden away just for myself. I would probably always miss them.